[Useless. Utterly useless, she lost. She fought and failed in front of someone who matters, and it--
Maketh shudders hard and grabs his hand, though doesn't stand. She's shaking too hard, on the verge of crying and furious at herself for it. This should not be happening. She's better than this.]
She's gone.
[It comes out small. Maketh swallows hard, tries to blink her vision clear. Stars, she must look pathetic.]
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Maketh shudders hard and grabs his hand, though doesn't stand. She's shaking too hard, on the verge of crying and furious at herself for it. This should not be happening. She's better than this.]
She's gone.
[It comes out small. Maketh swallows hard, tries to blink her vision clear. Stars, she must look pathetic.]
What--what am I supposed to do?